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870. Or, And I feel them drown my name.

I can hear. Something. A car alarm?

Car chases on Thursday, Mind bending on Friday. Tonight it's just ever.

Do you remember when we were young(er) and we could summon a spirit into our cars to fill us up with purpose? We still didn't.

God bless you should you ever get to a beat poet's demise.

I remember those days. If this is all we have to give, I can see my sense of urgency.

Wait in the fire.

10:25 p.m. - 2004-04-17

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